Volume 5: The Young Wolf Seeks Home Chapter 11 So the membership standards of mutant groups are now so high that they are going to destroy the world?
"Don't be so depressed."
In the invisible place where Lord Fate hid the "candle", Mason felt complicated when he saw Ciri's heroic look of ready to die. He didn't expect that there was such a trick in it.
I couldn't think of any words to comfort her, so I just joked:
"Maybe I can find a way to save your life, and then we can kill this big devil... Well, but things like 'resurrection' should be quite common in parallel world systems, right?"
He asked:
"To do this, is there any way to avoid death?"
"Resurrection is indeed common. I have at least three methods, but without exception, they all ensure that the soul is intact."
Ciri sighed, touched her cheek, and said:
“But as I said just now, when I became the Grand Master, I was bound to its existence. It is not a simple soul curse like yours.
It gives us real power, and every time I use it I get closer to it.
I am the most restrained of the three mentors. The Warlock has completely sunk into it and can no longer be distinguished from it, while the Swordsman comes from hell, and she has a strong resistance to this kind of "pollution."
"I know. It's a technique similar to 'The Force'."
Mason stroked his chin and said:
"No wonder I rarely see you use it. You didn't even use your ultimate move when Sister Ka beat you like that. But... there are other ways."
He touched the Isu shroud on his shoulder.
After hesitating for a while, Mason still did not tell Ciri about the existence of Consus. It was not because he did not trust her, but before he was absolutely sure, Mason felt that it would be better not to make promises to others.
"Are you trying to encode her soul into an Isu ghost form like me?"
Consus suddenly appeared and hovered beside Mason. The Isu biologist looked Ciri up and down. After a few seconds, he said to Mason:
"It's not impossible, but she is shrouded in some kind of power, which will affect the results of the soul encoding. In fact, no matter what method of 'resurrection' you use, you must first remove the pollution from her body.
And I'm curious, is the 'shared fate' she mentioned before a two-way street?
If we bypass her and attack the devil directly..."
"We have to go."
Ciri observed the invisible land with flickering candlelight in front of her. When she saw the dark red color floating in the light outlined by the flames, she turned her head and said to Mason who was lost in thought:
"You can't stay here too long, or you'll disturb it."
"One last question ."
Mason coughed and said:
"Can I put out these candles? Conjure a rain or something."
"Do you think it will be that easy?"
Ciri rolled her eyes and said:
“The candlelight you see here is just a symbolic manifestation of the contract and the power connection. It doesn’t mean that Lord Fate has really made you into candles and placed you here.
And are you sure you can blow out the candle as fast as you light it?
Look over there! "
She pointed to the left.
Mason turned his head and saw several clustered candle flames suddenly go out, and the stone pillars supporting the flames collapsed together.
Xili said faintly:
"We just lost seven C-class personnel and a pioneering team was destroyed. What a shame."
But as Mason watched, a new flame started to burn in the place where the flame had just gone out, indicating that a new C-level team was being selected and promoted.
If you look closely, you can see that the candles are extinguished and reignited alternately. The candles above are burning very steadily, but the candles further down are alternating more frequently.
Especially at the bottom of the abyss, those faint sparks representing E-level personnel were flickering like waves caused by the wind.
It's like a dot graph.
It reflects the current existence status of the entire star group in the parallel world system, or it can also be understood as the "super long blood bar" of the big devil, Lord Destiny.
When connected together, it is so long that it can circle the earth several times. It is so long that any brave warrior who tries to defeat this BOSS will feel despair.
"I've been thinking of a plan."
A few minutes later, when Mason was pulled out of the dark cave by Ciri's hand and returned to the office in Star Castle, he said to his superior:
“If we could have a chance to gather all the B-class and A-class members together, like putting them in a certain world, and then start a massacre.
Or just blow up the whole world.
Losing so many high-level candles at once will surely weaken the big devil, right?"
Ciri didn't answer him.
Instead, she stared at him with a very strange look. After several seconds, Ciri spoke:
"I have confirmed that its soul curse will never affect you. I will never be able to say the words you just said, and even thinking about it in a direction that will really hurt it will cause a serious backlash.
How do you do that, Mason?
How did you trick it? You clearly have its power but you are completely unrestrained. You can freely think about how to hurt it or even kill it..."
"Ah, you discovered another little secret of mine."
Mason pouted.
He did not deny this, but it was difficult for him to explain to Ciri the working principle of his "Golden Finger of Rebirth", so he could only say vaguely:
"Maybe it's because of my special physique?"
"You don't have to say it if you don't want to."
Ciri snorted, took off her mask and threw it on the table, shook her long silver hair and said to Mason:
"You can go back now and perfect your plan. Just let me know when you need my help. Also, don't feel sad about my fate.
When I chose to accept the position of Grand Master, I already knew that this day would come. Perhaps dying at the hands of a good person like you would not be a sad thing. "
"Why would you accept this position if you knew you were going to die?"
Mason frowned and asked:
"Did Old A convince you in some way?"
"No."
Ciri looked back at him and said expressionlessly:
"Because I know my death will hurt it, it will hurt like a bomb exploding in its heart. It may not kill it, but it will give my companions the best chance to defeat the enemy.
Of course, at that time I didn’t know that Old A and his gang had no intention of destroying the Star Society.
But your appearance is a surprise."
"Hmm... Then think about it this way. If I can kill the three great mentors, maybe I only need to face a weak big devil who is about to die of heartache?"
Mason came up with a pretty "hellish" idea, which was then ruthlessly rejected by Ciri.
"What do you think the A-level twelve-member council is for?"
She said:
"They are all the reserve forces of the three great mentors. If one of us dies, there will be a replacement immediately. The power feedback from their 'promotion' is enough to prevent Lord Destiny from falling into the weak state of passively taking a beating.
Unless you can kill all the A-level personnel at once as you said.
But that’s too difficult.”
"As expected of a devil, this system is too strict. It seems I really need to do some homework."
Mason rubbed his forehead with a headache, then he looked at Ciri, put his hand on the bag, and said:
"Well, close your eyes."
"Um?"
Ciri, who had just picked up the coffee cup, looked at Mason in confusion, and the latter explained:
"I want to give you a gift, so there has to be some sense of ceremony."
"You know that even if I close my eyes, I can still detect what you are doing through my hunter sense, right?"
Shirley stretched out his voice and said:
"Who told me before that useless rituals are a waste of time? How can you shine in the workplace in the future when you are a grown man and you are so shy about giving gifts to your boss?"
"All right."
Seeing his superior starting to speak harshly, Mason snorted and released the Isu mechanical horse he had made from his bag and activated its energy source.
Golden flames instantly spread all over the body of this exquisite mechanical vehicle, making it look like the legendary mythical Pegasus.
"for you."
Mason threw the carefully crafted reins to Ciri and said:
“As a hunter, I always feel strange without a warhorse. Although this horse is not as powerful as your father’s carrot, at least it will not be afraid or tired.
Don't be angry, please."
"What kind of crap is this? Would a great master of the Star Society like me ride this when I go out?"
Ciri sneered at the gift. She played with the reins in her hand and said:
"I have my own mount, but you have never seen it. Mason, please forgive me for your understanding of me. If you really want to give me a gift in the future, please put more thought into it."
She made a very venomous comment.
Then he took a sip of coffee, waved his hand and said:
"Go back and stay with your crazy girlfriend. Don't come here unless necessary and avoid causing trouble. Rest for a while and wait for the difficult pioneering mission of B-level personnel.
Don't stand here, it makes me upset."
"Okay, okay, I'll leave now."
Mason raised his hands for mercy, turned around and pushed open the door of Mr. Hunter's office, but instead of leaving, he turned a corner and walked to the other side of the first floor.
He also took out another gorgeously decorated gift box from his bag.
But he didn't forget.
He also has a "date" with the Grand Master Swordsman.
In the office, Ciri put down her coffee cup, stepped forward and stroked the Midnight Sun horse that was waiting for the rider's order. As she put on the reins, she curled her lips and said:
"The little guy is quite scheming. He knows he did something wrong and prepared an apology gift in advance. This is a nice thought... But speaking of it, why did I suddenly get so angry before?
Emmmm, I must be dizzy. "
As she spoke, she touched her cheek, pouted her lips with a sense of loss and said:
"You are already an old lady, you have lost all your charm, you can't even control a young man, Xili, Xili, your method of leaving one button unbuttoned is no longer effective.
This is so shameful.”
——
"Hey, Mason? Usually the hunter protects you like a treasure, why did he let you come to me today?"
When Mason knocked on the door of the Grand Master of Swordsmen's office, the blonde girl opened the door for him enthusiastically and jokingly welcomed Mason in.
But the environment of her office...
Uh, how should I put it?
If the hunter's side is at least a bit antique, then this side can be called a "garbage dump". All kinds of obviously powerful collections are placed randomly, and there is no pattern at all.
There was a rather evil bone bed placed casually outside the fairly tidy office area.
But the blanket on the bed was twisted into an abstract ball, and there was a pink slipper under the bed, but the other one had flown away.
It definitely looks like a slovenly stay-at-home girl's dormitory.
But the carefree swordsman didn't care about these. She asked Mason to sit on the chair and tried to get him some hell-flavored snacks to try, but Mason politely refused.
He felt that his stomach was still a little fragile in front of the delicacies from hell.
"You also brought gifts? Ha, the hunter taught you well. I like it."
The swordsman pulled a chair over and sat next to Mason in a relaxed posture. She saw the gift box that Mason had placed on the table at a glance. This thing made her smile immediately.
"This is not a bribe, it's mainly to thank you for your help before."
Mason said politely and handed over the gift.
The swordsman took it in his hand and tore it open without hesitation, and then saw the bundle of whip weapons very similar to the Lasso of Truth in the gift box.
She looked at it oddly, then glanced at Mason and said:
"You probably don't know much about the customs of Hell, Mason, so let me explain them to you.
Generally speaking, when men in hell give women something that can be used to bind them, it often represents some not-so-friendly intentions...
Although your face can be considered beautiful.
But I'm sorry, I'm not very interested in a nice guy like you, after all, I already have one at home, how about I go back?"
"But it's a weapon."
Seeing that "cultural differences" had been violated, Mason, in order not to be considered a hooligan, hurriedly explained:
"I got this from a war world. It's a lasso of submission blessed by the Olympian gods. As long as your mental strength is stronger than that of the other person, you can use this thing to bind someone and force him to do anything.
I think this style of weapon is very consistent with your temperament, so I specially selected it. If it is really not suitable, I can change it...
Do you want the Neptune Trident?"
As he opened his bag, he said:
"The weapon of the King of the Seven Seas can call the wind and rain, but it requires the blood of the Atlanteans to use it."
"Oh, it's a weapon? Why didn't you tell me earlier? I thought you were going to do something that everyone would like to see with me."
The swordsman laughed, grabbed the submission lasso and swung it casually.
As Mason watched in astonishment, the thing flew up and accurately landed on his shoulders. As the swordsman pulled hard, Mason's arms and body were bound.
"Now! Tell me! Mason Cooper!"
The swordsman who had a smile on his face just now stood up, raised his long legs, and pressed Mason's shoulders with his black skull boots.
While being pulled by the lasso, she asked loudly in a rather peculiar posture, like a female spy from hell interrogating a patriot:
"Are you a mutant or not? Did the Hunter send you to spy on us? The gargoyle I placed in the corridor just saw you walking out of her office.
You had an affair with her?"
"I'm a mutant! The hunter doesn't know about the cooperation between you and me, and I have great respect for her and have no improper thoughts.
She is a noble princess."
Mason felt the enforced restraint.
But he had no intention of hiding it, so he answered frankly:
"I came here today just to talk to you about this, 'Mysterious Guest' Liana. Did you help me because you noticed that I am a mutant?"
"Shua"
The swordsman wrapped the other end of the lasso around his arm, allowing himself to be subjected to this "double torture", and then looked at Mason and replied:
"Yes! With this thing, you can feel whether I am lying or not, and it saves us from hypocritical courtesy. This is the way we do things in Hell.
If we want to talk about serious matters, we must always have an insurance policy to avoid wasting time and energy.
I had even prepared a torture array.
Fortunately, you brought this so that you don't have to endure the pain of soul-searching."
She blinked her eyes sincerely and said:
"But don't worry, after everything is confirmed, I will give you absolutely satisfactory compensation. When did you know your identity as a mutant?"
"Six hours ago."
Mason fished the card from his pocket, but did not take it out immediately.
He looked at Liana and said:
"I feel like my mutant abilities haven't been fully activated yet. In your terms, the X gene is still in a recessive state. But compared to my unknown abilities, I care more about my origins.
Can you give me some clues about this problem?"
“It’s not certain at this point.”
The swordsman said with some annoyance:
“We have been searching for all our fellow mutants in parallel worlds to prevent them from falling into the trap of being bewitched, but your case is special.
Based on the information I've found so far, it was the result of a tragic accident.
But I am sure that you and I are from the same world, Mason. Besides being superiors and subordinates, we are also from the same hometown."
"Can this thing help you?"
The vibration from the Lasso of Submission indicated that the swordsman's answer was not mixed with any lies. After confirming this, Mason flicked the card in his palm over.
The swordsman took it in his hand, looked at Mason in surprise, and said:
"I thought this thing was destroyed in the previous containment operation... Wait! There is a disturbance of time and space disorder on this thing. You traveled through time and got it in the past?
Awesome! Mason!
"It's just so-so."
The young man smiled and asked again:
"If you are sure that I am from your world, can you send me back? Although I don't care that much about my origins, if possible, I still want to see who my parents are."
"Well, that's the problem."
The swordsman said with a headache:
"Something happened to our home world. It is now under the control of that bastard Warlock. That guy used mysterious power to block the coordinates of our home world.
Even I can't send you back, and in fact I haven't been back for a long time."
"You lost your whole world?"
Mason raised his eyebrows and said:
"This doesn't seem like the style of the mutant community. Perhaps you can say you were forced to do so?
Well, I'll provide some useful information. I can extract the specific coordinate information from this card... Don't act so surprised, Liana. You and I both know that you have seen more powerful things with your own eyes.
If I have specific world coordinates, can you send me there?"
"Can!"
The swordsman narrowed his eyes, nodded and said:
"I will escort you there personally, and I have something to ask of you."
"What's up?"
Mason asked, and then heard the swordsman say grimly:
“I’m just asking you to do a small favor for our lost homeland. I don’t know what the warlock has hidden there, but it’s definitely not a good thing, so one of your missions there is to destroy it!
We are mutants, Mason.
We are the most united group of people in the doomsday era. We may have no future to speak of, but we will not allow our hometown to fall into the hands of others.
Just give it the final decency and dignity.
Ruined it!
Then you will be one of our own, and I will take you to see some truly amazing things."
